Rebelle Society


Jealousy. {poetry}

Jealousy, a robust and tenacious seed, It knows its goal, Who are you to stand in its way? Its mission is emotional decay, An agent of fear, Its ugly head will rear, Just when you need a delicious hormone fix, It’s like a piece of cake, Sweet self-loathing quivering in its wake, It operates in  ...

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A letter from my unborn child.

Mama, I know you wanted me. I know you had already chosen my name: Kajal. It touches my heart. By the way, I really like the name. I am calling myself that these days. I have not changed much since you last saw me. I am still pure light. I walk around the existence, and I have to tell you, I  ...

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